Why won't You Love me ((Suga Yandere 21+))) ft JHOPE

••• 사십사 ~ i'm here •••

~a few hours earlier~

YOONGI POV

"HYUNG!"

My eyes opened slowly, evening light filtering feebly through my lids.

"HYUNG! WAKE UP!"

Jackson had returned.

"What is it?" I murmured, re-adjusting my head against the car seat. It had been hours since I had last seen my friend but it felt like only five minutes of rest after days of agonizing, sleepless nights.

I had gone too long without my kitten.

"Aw come on hyungggg!" Jackson groaned at my lack of movement, now banging on the driver's seat window. "Don't you want to hear the good news? Kong signed it! THE CHIEF OF POLICE JUST SIGNED THE ORDER!"

"Wha--" I shot up immediately, barely believing his words. "He...the chief...."

Throwing the door open, Jackson broke into a joyful grin.

"They'll raid the hotel tomorrow night. Two drug teams, a case report and backup." The words poured out of his mouth, sending warmth all through my numb, broken body. "Truthfully, it didn't take much persuading for Kong, you know? I happened to get a piece of info from an insider, my buddy Taeyong. Since Zhangxing has ties to the police, Kong wouldn't raid the hotel unless..."

Leaning forward, Jackson's grin widened.

"It was sold to Jung Hoseok's empire."

My eyes narrowed instantly.

"That gangster....bought the Delta?"

It was almost too good to be true. Surely my luck was not finally shining through....?

But Jackson was nodding. "Apparently the document signing happened a few hours ago. Tomorrow evening, when the drugs are dug up, Jung--not Yixing--will take responsibility for whatever they find. Aren't you glad?"

Glad was an understatement.

I had just won the lottery.

"Never mind Hoseok," I answered, quickly growing miserable again. "The police--they know not to harm any of the female workers, even if they resist?"

Jackson rolled his eyes. "Don't worry. Kong has ordered his men to round up all the girls--then you can have as long as you want to find y/n among them."

Y/n.

I had imagined it a thousand times, the moment when we would lock eyes again. I could just picture the expression my kitty would wear--half shocked half relieved to see a familiar face. I would take her in my arms, carry her to the car and stroke her hair while she cried out all the trauma, finally drifting off to sleep against my chest. Once back in the hotel, I would nurse her back to health, talk to Harry like he was my friend until her eyes crinkled from holding back a smile....

Yet even after that, she would still hate me, wouldn't she?

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. "I'm going back to sleep. Wake me when it's time to go."